Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.